Sensitive

two

Dayana's pov

I walk to my maths class quietly with my head down. No one seemed to care when I walked past or stop me. And I didn't really bother with stopping anyone all that was on my mind right now was harry. His emerald green eyes growing darker as I said something about that journal of his. Or the way his hands were tightly secured around my waist when Damian was messing with me. Or the cold feeling I got when he let go.

I sigh and turn around not bothering to go to maths anymore as I realize I'm going to go to that coffee shop and talk to Harry. I began walking forward with my head still down when I run into someone and fall to the ground. " ew it's wanna be Dayana or miss slut I'd like to say, what are you even still doing in the hall the bell already rang, oh who do I care have fun being a bitch" Cali said all to quick and all to fast kicks me in the ribs.

I curl into a ball and let out a shaky breath tears clogging my vision. "Why" I whisper and get myself up slightly in pain and mostly embarrassed. I walk towards the front entrance and make my way outside looking around.

I make my way down the quiet lonely street I've learned was never busy and never had a soul walking on it and make my way towards the small cafe. I turn the corner like last time and see the coffee shop in view.

With a small smile I walk toward the brick building and grab the door handle to get inside.

Harry's pov

'she sits alone in the dark ,same as I, maybe if we can find the light in each other's eyes, our love can burn and never die' I scribble down in the leather bound journal. I smile softly at the thought of the mystery girl. The way her curly brown hair bounced when she walked. Or how her curiosity got the best of her most of the time. Or how her small body seemed to mold into mine when I held her close that day.

I realize I'm daydreaming until the bell to the door rings and I look up. I have to take a double-take because I can't believe what I'm seeing. "mystery girl" I smile and hop over the counter and walk towards her. She looks up from her feet and gives me a small smile. "hello harry" her quiet voice makes me smile as I realize she is still shy as ever.

"why'd you run off you didn't even get your coffee" I grin and she smiles making my grin widen. " maybe because you made it" she replies and I couldn't help but laugh at her words. wow, I can't believe I just laughed, I haven't in so long. "probably, so what brought you back " I ask sitting at a table.

She slowly walks over and takes the seat across from me. Shrugging she replies "in not quiet sure, maybe because I like the atmosphere or maybe to tell you thank you for saving me, or maybe to give you an explanation as to why I ran away".

"okay hit me" I smiled slightly and she took a shaky breath.

"well I wanted to thank you for saving me and I wanted to say I love the atmosphere of this place and I also wanted to say I ran away because I was scarred, scared you were disappointed in me for being so fragile and weak, and also for making you get in the middle of Damian or whatever and me" she says fast yet slow and I smile at how she was utterly incredibly adorable.

"um well yeah so I'll be leaving" she mumbled standing but in a swift motion I caught her wrist surprised at my own actions. "I'm uh I its not- stay" I blush furiously and she giggles. I look up at to see the first real big smile I've ever seen on her. It was heart warming. "okay mr. Harold" she smiles sitting down again. I slowly take a seat and pull out a pen and my journal bringing it up.

I scoot my chair closer to hers and I'm now next to her. I turn to a clean page and begin doodling on it bored. Her smile widens and I stare at her. "Do you mind if I try" she smiled looking at me. My breath hitched and her eyes widened at the close proximity of our faces. I looked away so we wouldn't be as close and I set the pen down on the page.

I watched the page and her hands track for the pen and as her hand skidded looped and had finally finished after about ten minutes(picture on side)I made multiple doodles but hers was big and bold in the center almost like it belonged there. "this is amazing" I breathed and I looked at her. "thanks it's not really anything" she mumbled blushing and I smiled wider feeling amazing since I haven't had a real smile in ages." no really you should be like famous" I told her. " well I have a piece at a museum right now but I think I might have them take it down" she sighed and I looked at her. "Why would they take it down" I asked curiously. "well they won't but you see, this girl Cali always tells me, I'm useless and it sucks and that I don't deserve to have my piece there and I'm starting to believe her because maybe she's right I don't really know" she looks down eyes tearing up and I grab her chin bringing it to face me. "I bet it's amazing" I smile and whip her tears. Are faces are approximately about 2 cm away and my mind begins to cloud with thoughts. 'you don't deserve a girl like her she's amazing' 'don't kiss her she'll leave when you do' 'she's to good for you I mean look at her and then you just stop fooling yourself'

I take in a sharp breath and stand the chair screeching. "where are you going" she asks and I smile. "were going to go look at your piece at the art museum, weather you like it or not" I tell her grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the shop changing the sign to closed.

As I walked down the street people were looking at me weird and I shrugged not really Caring what people thought. But when I looked down at the mystery girl I yet to knows name she was all fidgety and quiet. I noticed she was playing with her hands so I flipped around walking backwards. "you know you don't have to worry what their thinking" I smiled but knew I was lying for her sake. I did care. I always have.

"they are all staring at me, for no reason" she sighed tucking a loose strand of hair behind her tiny ears. "we'll probably because you're so pretty" I shrugged and she smiled. I was still walking backwards as she shook her head back and forth with a goofy grin. " wow you're such a-" that's when I ran into someone who was walking making mystery girl crash into my chest. I stumbled a little but caught myself. Both of us looking up and our faces about an inch apart. "Gentleman" she finished letting a breath of air out.

"s-sorry" I stumbled with my words. "I don't mind" she smiled. I smiled back and leaned in a little cautiously she looked stunned but didn't make a move to stop me so I leaned a little
more. Our lips brushed when I heard a name. "Dayana. Wow you found yourself a boy toy how cute" Dayana or so I recall jerked away and looked behind her facing a tall red head. "uh I he isn't I uh" she stuttered she looked scarred and ready to be sick.

"awe cat got your tongue. That hurts maybe the cat will attack that ugly piece of work you have in the museum. no one would have to look at it then." the girl said. " um sorry Cali but I don't think that is truly posi-" I cut Dayana off angrily. "listen bitch, she is obviously way better at art than you considering you probably don't have a single piece of work in the museum or maybe I don't know anywhere except maybe your parents refrigerator so back the fuck off because day is way better than you ever will be" I said to her fuming.

I felt a small hand on my chest and I knew it was Dayana. I grabbed her hips pulling her back into my chest protectively. " wow having your boyfriend stuck up for you is pretty low" she smirked and I was ready to pounce. "I'm not her boyfriend and if I was, I can stand up for who I want at least she has someone who's there for her. get lost twat no one cares to hear you talk any more" I growled and this Cali girl grinned shrugging and walking away. "I'll see you tomorrow dayana" the girl called over her shoulder and I felt day stiff.

"why do you put up with her" I mumbled not thinking she heard me. "because I'm not like other girls harry. I'm just Dayana and that's that" the small girl said to me leaning closer to my body.